"That's very pretty."
"But we will talk no more. I simply say next chapter!'
"Oh, stop all that irony!"
"New chapter, I said! I shall be obeyed!"
Freud
... the odious egoistic impulse that had emerged in her...
Hilde Moller Knag jumped out of bed with the bulky ring binder in her arms. She plonked it down on her writing desk, grabbed her clothes, and dashed into the bathroom. She stood under the shower for two minutes, dressed herself quickly, and ran downstairs.
"Breakfast is ready, Hilde!"
"I just have to go and row first."
"But Hilde... !"
She ran out of the house, down the garden, and out onto the little dock. She untied the boat and jumped down into it. She rowed around the bay with short angry strokes until she had calmed down.
"We are the living planet, Sophie! We are the great vessel sailing around a burning sun in the universe. But each and every of us is also a ship sailing through life with a cargo of genes. When we have carried this cargo safely to the next harbor--we have not lived in vain..."
She knew the passage by heart. It had been written for her. Not for Sophie, for her. Every word in the ring binder was written by Dad to Hilde.
She rested the oars in the oarlocks and drew them in. The boat rocked gently on the water, the ripples slapping softly against the prow.
And like the little rowboat floating on the surface in the bay at Lillesand, she herself was just a nutshell on the surface of life.
Where were Sophie and Alberto in this picture? Yes, where were Alberto and Sophie?
She could not fathom that they were no more than "electromagnetic impulses" in her father's brain. She could not fathom, and certainly not accept, that they were only paper and printer's ink from a ribbon in her father's portable typewriter. One might just as well say that she herself was nothing but a conglomeration of protein compounds that had suddenly come to life one day in a "hot little pool." But she was more than that. She was Hilde Moller Knag.
She had to admit that the ring binder was a fantastic present, and that her father had touched the core of something eternal in her. But she didn't care for the way he was dealing with Sophie and Alberto.
She would certainly teach him a lesson, even before he got home. She felt she owed it to the two of them. Hilde could already imagine her father at Kastrup Airport, in Copenhagen. She could just see him running around like mad.
Hilde was now quite herself again. She rowed the boat back to the dock, where she was careful to make it fast. After breakfast she sat at the table for a long time with her mother. It felt good to be able to talk about something as ordinary as whether the egg was a trifle too soft.
She did not start to read again until the evening. There were not many pages left now.
Once again there was a knocking on the door.
"Let's just put our hands over our ears," said Alberto, "and perhaps it'll go away."
"No, I want to see who it is."
Alberto followed her to the door.
On the step stood a naked man. He had adopted a very ceremonial posture, but the only thing he had with him was the crown on his head.
"Well?" he said. "What do you good people think of the Emperor's new clothes?"
Alberto and Sophie were utterly dumbfounded. This caused the naked man some consternation.
"What? You are not bowing!" he cried.
"Indeed, that is true," said Alberto, "but the Emperor is stark naked."
The naked man maintained his ceremonial posture. Alberto bent over and whispered in Sophie's ear:
"He thinks he is respectable."
At this, the man scowled.
"Is some kind of censorship being exercised on these premises?"